the night the skies will open #poetry

the night the skies will open

misting magic from above

bend my body in your arms

like a young branch filled

with sweet cherries

if I break

under the hunger of your love

kneel in the sounds

of our mystical Greek horn

and wait for me to be reborn.

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invisible 

 

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